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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 



REMINISCENCES 



OF THE 



CRUISE 



OF THE 



United States Flag Ship 



LANCASTER 



Written in rhyme, with a photo-engravi?ig of the author as 

DR. ILLS, 

Surface Fhysiciafi to his Royal N'ibs, N'eptune. 



By ROBERT LINDSAY. .^^i^YRlG^^^o^N 

PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR. 
NEW YORK. 

1887. 



INTRODUCTORY. 



This little book you have before you, 
I wrote while on the ocean cruising; 

I hope the contents will not bore you, 
For they are meant to be amusing. 

Should there be cause to find a fault, 

Be generous and overlook; 
Remember he is but a " salt " 

Who undertakes to launch this book 



rontispiece, 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



Dedication, ...... 3 

Introduction, . . . . . . -4 

The Surface Physician to his Royal Nibs, Neptune, . 7 

Lamarees; or. Satisfaction Demanded, . . .9 

Change of Stations, ..... 10 

Miss Jesse, of St. Helena, . . . ' . .12 
The Battle of Maldonado, . . . .13 

Lines to Elizabeth, . . . ' . . -15 

Sultan of Zanzibar, ..... 17 

Hot and Cold, . . . . . . .18 

The Flying Dutchman, ..... 20 

Our Battalions, . . . . . 23 

Dust vs. Mud, . . . . . . 25 

The Patent Log, . . . . . .26 

Homeward Bound, ..... 27 

In Memoriam, . . . . . . .29 

Rolling Down to St. Helena, .... 32 

Farewell to Captain Potter, . . . -33 

On Leaving Cape Town, . . . . . 36 

Break the News Gently, . . . . -37 

Grief in Brief, . . . . . . 38 

Farewell to Capetown, . . . . -39 

Yannah, ....... 40 



Scraps, . ... . . . . ' 

Nautical Alphabet, . . . . . { 

Tricks of Trade, ...... 4 

Scraps, . . . . . . -47 

Ports Visited by the Lancaster, in Rhyme, . . 49 

Jack Ashore, . . . . . . ■ S^ 

The New Navy Ration, . • . . . . 52^ 

The Land of the Free, . . . . • 55 ; 

Parody on " My Mother," .... 56 

Unnecessary Orders for Tarring Down, . . • 5^ 

The Voice of the Seaman, . . . . 59 

The Muldoon Picnic, . . . . . .60 

Sequel to *' Mother, may I go out to Swim," . . 61 

On Leaving Montevideo, . . . . -63 

Oh! Where is the Author ? .... 65 

Another County Heard From, . . .66 

Breeze, Breeze, Beautiful Breeze, ... 66 

Mush ! Mush ! . . . . . .68 

Oh, Rahmadam ! Oh, Rahmadam ! ... 69 

Obedience, . . . . . * -70 

In Quarantine, . . . ^ . . 73 

Christmas, '85, . . . . . -7^ 

On Napoleon's Tomb, . . . . . . 77 

The Gallant Four Hundred, . . . .79 

The Homeward-Bound Pennant, ... 82 



REMINISCENCES, 

U. S. F. S. LANCASTER. 



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THE SURFACE PHYSICIAN TO HIS ROYAL 
NIBS NEPTUNE. 



1 hold the position of Surface Physician 

To Neptune, the King of the Sea; 
My valuable pills are a cure for all ills, 

My mixtures surpassed cannot be, 
Jy taricum plaster, none known to stick faster, 

All those who have tried them agree, 
f^'or I hold the position of Surface Physician 

To Neptune, the King of the Sea. 



In a tropical clime, my professional time 
!lj Free gratis to each one is granted; 
blithe cases I've had, no matter how bad, 
My doughmiticus pills have enchanted. 



No matter how ilJ, I send in no bill — 

In fact, don't accept any fee, 
For I hold the position of Surface Physician, 

To Neptune, the king of the Sea. 



I reside on the Line — from nine until nine, 

Any day in the week I'm at home; 
When his Royal Nibs ascends to visit his friends, 

With my pills and my plasters I roam, 
If you've pains in your back and you wish to get 

ease, 
Don't send for a quack to aggravate your disease, 

Consailt the physician who holds a position 
Under Neptune, the King of the Sea. 



For medical fame, my magical name 

All over the world it is known; 
My seaweedicum pill, and my wonderful skill, 

Is the talk of the tropical zone. 
Of my marvelous squills each dose is two gills, 

No trumpet in praise need be blown; 
I am Surface Physician, I take my position 

On the right of the nautical throne. 



LAMAREES; OR, SATISFACTION 
DEMANDED. 



Oh ! Lamarees, we've crossed the seas 

To have but little chat; 
Our ship is anchored in the bay 

To mind what you are at. 
We have ten Vlll.-inch rifles, 

And Hotchkiss cannon four— 
I pity him who trifles 

With a Yankee man of war. 

Oh ! Lamarees, remember, please, 

Uncle Sam is not a flat. 
So tell the truth, my dusky youth 

Or we'll revolve our gat. 
We have eight hundred hands on board, 

Likewise as many feet, 
Vnd our captain is the senior 

Of the South Atlantic fleet. 

Now, Lamarees, 'tis not the cheese 
When vessels they are wrecked. 

To plunder, and do what you please ; 
Such conduct must be checked. 

Sometime ago the barque '' Surprise " 
Was run upon a reef 

* The name of the King of the Sakalavas, 



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The Sakalavas did despise, 

The crew who sought relief. 

Now, Lamarees, our wrath appease, 

You must without palaver, 
Remember that such acts as these 

Disgrace each Sakalava. 
Remember 'tis the nation 

That displays the starry banner, 
That demands an explanation 

In a satisfactory manner. 



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CHANGE OF STATIONS. 



To represent the nation on the South Atlantic station, 

The Lancaster was ordered in the spring of 
eighty-five; 
There were some who did not like it, 

Whilst others it just suited. 

In obedience to our orders, we got underwa 
and scooted ; 

It was after we'd West Coasted, 

And got very nearly roasted, 
That we crossed the South Atlantic 

And in Rio did arrive. 



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DOCTOR ILLS, 
Surface Physician to his Royal Nibs, Neptune. 



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The ship was quickly moored, 

And the mail was brought on board, 

And I received a letter from Boston's busy Hub; 
And to my consternation, 
On the European station, 
They'd replaced the warlike Lancaster 

With an old Pacific tub. 
1 if it aint the Pensacola, 
Klay I loose each useful molar 
hat I use in my endeavor 

To demolish Navy grub. 

flere I'll briefly state we are in the River Plate, 
And steaming with our anchors down to keep us 

j off the mud ; 

(n my arms and legs I've pains, 

jrom the constant heavy rains — 

It reminds me of the story in the Bible 'bout 
the Flood. 

()h, this sudden change of stations 

^topped many Nice flirtations, 

And nipped our European cruise e'er it had time 
to bud. 

\ have cruised in the Pacific, in China and Japan, 
^here the typhoons blow terrific as only typhoons 
can ; 
But the wild pampero's gait. 
Coming down the River Plate, 
Vould surprise the knowing Wiggins, the all-wise 
weather man. 



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When the wind comes off the Pampas, 

Then the river's in commotion, 
And the sprays they board and damp us, 

Like it does upon the ocean; 
Cholera morbus it may cramp us. 

Any time it takes a notion. 
So I hope they'll change our station. 

Or send the Constellation — 
The vote is put and carried, 

And second that same motion. 



MISS JESSIE, OF ST. HELENA. 



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Miss Jessie, I now take my pen up and write 
These few lines to you with the greatest delight, 
Tho' I've not had the pleasure of seeing your face, 
I know you're the handsomest girl in the place. 
You will say to yourself, he's a good one to guess — 
Now, won't you. Miss Jessie — I know you'll say yes 
But the writer of these simple lines frankly owns. 
He found it all out from your friend, Mr. Joaes. 
Oh, yes, I am certain you are very good looking, 
The only thing plain about you is your cooking. 

I am glad to hear that, for I like a plain cook. 
One who doesn't have to refer to a book ; 
And I hear you are witty — and that sort of thing 
I greatly admire, and I'm sure you can sing. 



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In conclusion, allow me to say to you, Jess, 
Some day you'll answer a certain question with yes, 
And some one will find that as well as good looks, 
HJe has got a good wife and enjoys what she cooks. 



THE BATTLE OF MALDONADO. 



What will they say in Washington, 

When the story it is told 
Of the U. S. South Atlantic fleet, 

And the deeds of the brave and bold. 
It was on Maldonado's shore, 

Our gallant tars did land. 
Amid the III. inch rifles' roar. 

Up to their necks in sand. 

First dashed the Tallapoosa's men — 

In vain they fought, though well. 
Then leading the artillery, 

The noble Colonel fell. 
This gave the enemy a chance 

To fire on our marines, 
And though they fought as heroes ought 

They were knocked to smithereens. 



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Up came the flagship's gallant men 

Just in the nick of time, I 

With rounds of ammunition ten, / 

Led by the fearless Prime. . ,, 

Here in the thickest of the fight, ) 'i 

The foe commenced to totter. 
When they received both left and right ^ 

A deadly fire from Potter. | \ 

On came the Third Division, 

Led by Ensign Joseph Beale ; 
They fired with great precision, 

And made the foemen squeal. 
Here could be seen the valiant Brown, 

With glittering sword of steel — 
What will they say in Washington. 

Oh ! will they think it real? 

The battle rages fierce and strong, 

Till the victory crowns the day — 
I hope I've not depicted wrong, 

The heroes of the fray. 
Our Yankee tars they fear no scars, 

They know not of defeat ; 
What will they say in Washington 

Of the South Atlantic Fleet ? 



LINES TO ELIZABETH. 



We have just arrived in port, Elizabeth, 
Our spuds and beans ran short, Elizabeth, 
For nothing could be bought, Elizabeth, 

Except cats and assegais ; 
And monkeys, full of sport, Elizabeth, 
All kinds of tricks we taught, Elizabeth, 
To see them, that you ought, Elizabeth, 
Eat " Sakalava pies." 

I am glad we have arrived, Elizabeth, 
So glad we have survived, Elizabeth, 
On mysterious hash we thrived, Elizabeth 

Tho' strange, 'tis really true. 
In my mess each day I've dived, Elizabeth, 
Through thick and thin I've strived, Elizabeth; 
And somehow I've contrived, Elizabeth, 

And managed to pull through. 

We have been to Tullear Bay, Elizabeth, 
Quite eager for the fray, Elizabeth; 
And Lamarees must pay, Elizabeth, 

Orchilla weed — five tons. 
He may not, and he may, Elizabeth ; 
Well, if he don't, I say, Elizabeth, 
Upon some future day, Elizabeth, 

We shall point at him our guns. 

We crossed to Mozambique, Elizabeth, 
Where Portugese they speak, Elizabeth, 
And the consul we did seek, Elizabeth, 
And I got your Christmas letter. 



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You write of weather bleak, Elizabeth, 
Of the frozen pond and creek, Elizabeth — ; 
With excessive heat I'm weak, Elizabeth. ; 
Sleighs and snowballs suit me better. 

To Johanna we have been, Elizabeth, 
Such heavy rains we've seen, Elizabeth, 
Where everything is green, Elizabeth, 

Except the natives of that isle. 
Who acted very mean, Elizabeth, 
Though Yannah, a laundry queen, Elizabeth,- 
She scrubbed my duds quite clean, Elizabeth, 

And my rupees made her smile. 

We have been to Sheolville, Elizabeth — 
Forget I never will, Elizabeth, 
That some of us were ill, Elizabeth. 

So prertty quick from there w^e mizzled 
To an island called St. Marys ; 
'Tis there the fever's lair is, 
And when it was not raining, 

The sun 'most had us sizzled. 

The last port, Tamatave, Elizabeth, 
Whatever makes them rave, Elizabeth, 

I'm blessed if I can see. 
So now I'll end my rhyme, Elizabeth, 
I think it's nearly time, Elizabeth, 
I remain in any clime, Elizabeth. 

Yours truly, B. O. B. 



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SULTAN OF ZANZIBAR. 



Oh, Sultan of Zanzibar ! 

Sultan Burgash Ben Said ! 
" From a tenjperate zone we are, 

Where the wooden nutmeg is made ; 
Where in summer ice cream abounds 

And soda fountams play, 
And in winter are heard the sounds 

Of the musical bells on the sleipfh." 

Oh, Sultan of Zanzibar! 

It is awfully hot, you must own ; 
Our blankets useless are 

In this horrid, torrid zone. 
I have to stretch out on a mat ; 

'Tis hot enough to roast. 
I am losing all my fat. 

Oh, how I long for the coast ! 
Where in summer ice cream abounds 

And soda fountains play, 
And in winter are heard the sounds 

Of the musical bells on the sleigh. 

Oh, Sultan of Zanzibar! 

Oh, Sultan Burgash Ben Said ! 
Never from home so far 

And the beautiful snow have I strayed. 
It some enterprising man 

Would start an ice cream saloon. 



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Run on the American Plan, 
A fortune he'd make very soon." 

Oh, Sultan of Zanzibar! 

Sultan Burgash Ben Said, 
I've a girl in the West afar, 

Whose ice cream bills I've paid. 
I grumbled, I know, at the time — 

I will never do so any more. 
I'd be willing to spend my last dime 

For ice cream on Columbia's shore. 

Oh, Sultan of Zanzibar ! 

With your numerous concubines. 
To longer stay, this tar 

Respectfully declines. 
Before I roasted am 

I want to be away 
In the realms of Uncle Sam, 

Where ice cream it abounds, 
And soda fountains play. 

And in winter are heard the sounds 
Of the musicial bells on the sleig^h. 



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HOT AND COLD. 



It is cold in Ounalaska, 
It is hot in Panama, 

Hotter still in Madagascar, 
Mozambique and Zanzibar. 



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Jack, with curios, is laden 
For a very pretty maiden 
On the other side ot Aden — 
She is waiting for her tar. 

Yes, 'tis cold up in Alaska, 

It is wet in Uruguay. 
Jack has been to Madagascar ; 

He has bought an Assegai, 
And the Sakalava maiden 
Is with maccaroni laden 
Oh, my Sakalava maiden, 

You must keep your necklace dry.* 

It is cold in Ounalaska, 

It is dusty at the Cape ; 
College girls of Madagascar 

Wear their hair in dizz}" shape. 
Jack, with them, he has been trading, 
And the money they've been paid in ; 
By this time it must be fading, 

Though it still retains its shape. 

Jack experiences all weathers, 

He's contented, he is fat ; 
From the Cape he's brought some feathers — 

From Tullear he's brought a cat. 
So the proper thing to do is 
Go home by way of Suez, 
Where the Red Sea water blue is — 

Yes, we'll all agree to that. 



, * Some one amongst the ship's company took 
h small pieces, and traded it oflf as an article of 



some maccaroni, and broke it 
jewelry. 



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THE FLYING DUTCHMAN. 

(A Dream). 

I am an antiquated whale, 
I've experienced many a gale, 
I've spun this yarn quite often, 

I will spin it once again. 
It was in the South Atlantic, 
And the seas they were gigantic, 
With thunder and with lightning, 

And the wettest kind of rain. 
I was in the Mabel Gray, 
And bound for Table bay; 
We had left the river Plate 

Some six-and-thirty days, 
When a vessel was reported — 

" Right ahead, sirs, and in stays." 
The captain took his glasses. 

And gave a knowing wink 
To the first luff as he passes. 

And he says ''she's Dutch, I think." 
He had gone about by this time, 

And came steering straight for us. 
The captain said "he'll hail us, perhaps; 
He's a rummy looking cuss." 

And sure enough he hailed us, 

But in very feeble tones; 
His crew who hovered round the decks, 



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Where nought but skin and bones. 
He asked us who we were, 

And likewise whence we came; 
Where we were bound, and so forth, 

And then we asked his name. 
''This is the Flying Dutchman; 

I've been beating here for years." 
*' It serves him right," his crew exclaim ; 

'''Tis fearful how he swears." 
They shook their fists, or, rather, bones, 
I plainly heard their awful groans ; 

And Vanderdecken glares. 
" Have you any news from Amsterdam ? 

" I'm not far from the Cape." 
1 wish to God I could recall, 

Those words I let escape. 
I'm bound to weather Good Hope, 

No matter in what shape. 
How is mine vrow, mine Lena dear; 
Tell dot " you seen me here, 
" And dot she has no cause to fear." 
I said, in spite of God I'd clear 

The treacherous storm}- cape. 
" We have a fair wind now," we said, 

So follow in our wake; 
'' For in less than twenty hours 

* We expect the land to make." 
He squared his yards and followed us — 

Quite close he kept that night; 
And in the morn, at early dawn. 

The land appeared in sight. 



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But now the wind commenced to veer 

To forward of the beam, 
The captain called the engineer, 

And said, " Now get up steam." 
We coupled our propeller, 

Then I heard a fearful scream — 
** Now rouse out all the starboard watch," 

Which spoilt my phantom dream, 
I dressed myself and went on deck, 

Still wondering at my dream ; 
There was land upon our starboard bow, 

And we were under steam. 
I looked around the horizon, 

But nowhere could I see 
The phantom Flying Dutchman 

That my dream revealed to me. 
That very night in Table Bay, 
As snug at anchor we did lay, 
I offered up a fervent prayer. 
And said " let winds be foul or fair, 
" You'll never hear this old whale swear, 

'' On land, sirs, or on sea." 



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OUR BATTALIONS. 



Rouse out! rouse out! the drum does beat, 

The time is half past four; 
The combined South Atlantic fleet 

Will land this day on shore. 
The Tallapoosa's dauntless crew, 

With those from off the ram, 
Will show this day what they can do 

For dear old Uncle Sam. 

Chorus. 

So fill your canteens up, my lads. 
Yes, fill them up with water; 

For, by the dollars of our dads, 
Prepared are we for slaughter. 

Brace up, brace up, be not alarmed. 

The combined fleet will show 
With modern weapons they are armed. 

To crush the unseen foe. 
And future naval history 

Of gallant deeds will tell, 
Of this Uruguayan mystery. 

It will say 'twas but a sell. 

Chorus. 

So fill your canteens up, my lads. 
Yes, fill them up with water; 

For, by the dollars of our dads. 

Prepared are we for slaughter. 



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Pull for the shore, you gallant tars, 

Swift through the water glide; 
The '' Dolphin " with the stripes and stars, 

John Cobron in his pride, 
And Solomon Best amongst the rest. 

Will bravely act, I'll wager; 
That none can squelch brave Jimmy Welch, 

Our gallant sergeant-major. 

Chorus. 

So fill your canteens up, my lads. 

Yes, fill them up with water; 
For, by the dollars of our dads, 

Prepared are we for slaughter. 

The bugle sound is heard all 'round, 

The call is for battalions; 
And Signor Savasta he is found 

With fifteen more Italians, 
Ready to play some mournful air 

No mortal foe can stand. 
They say in war that all is fair, 

That's why we use our band. 

Chorus. 

So fill your canteens up, my lads, 

Yes, fill them up with water; 
For, by the dollars of our dads. 

Prepared are we for slaughter. 



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The conquering heroes have returned, 

Fresh laurels wreath each brow; 
A glorious name our tars have earned, 

The peaceful pipe smokes now. 
So let each one remember, 

That as, in days of yore, 
In peaceful times we must prepare 

Ourselves for direful war. 

Chorus. 

So fill your canteens up, I say, 
Yes, fill them up with water; 

The ''Trenton" soon will come this way, 
The cruise is getting shorter. 



DUST 7^8. MUD. 



Some people in Cape Town 

Always complain 
Of the state of the streets 

And the least drop of rain. 

I speak for myself: 

A little rain nicely suits ; 

It is good for one's health, 
Though it dirties one's boots. 



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When a Southeaster blows 
And the weather is dry, 

Wherever one goes 

He gets dust in his eyes. 

The rain is essential, 

We all must admit; 
The farmers, you know. 

Cannot do without it. 

Don't think for a moment 

I wish for a flood; 
Don't think for a moment 

I am partial to mud. 

Though [ say with surprise, 
They're a lot of galoots 

Who prefer dust in their eyes 
To mud on their boots. 



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THE PATENT LOG. 



We read thee every hour, 

Oh, precious patent log; 
Thy truthful face portrays 

The distance as we jog. 
We read thee ! oh, we read thee ! 

Every hour we read thee; 
Navigators need thee, 

Precious patent log. 



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HOMEWARD BOUND. 

Homew^ard bound! homeward bound! 

Isn't it a joyful sound, 

Clear away the jib and spanker, 
Call all hands and get up anchor, 

Wheel and headsmen at their stations, 

And crews of ships of foreign nations, 
Cheer us as we steam around, 
Cheer us, we are homeward bound. 

After years of constant cruising, 
In waters not of our own choosing, 

From Baltic Sea to Dardanelles, 

Our log book of each visit tells. 
Egypt and the Holy Land, 
Greece, Italy, Austria, Germany and 

Portugal, Spain and France, 
Russia, England, Sicily, Malta, 
And on the Rock of Gibraltar, 

And at its guns we glance. 

To all these countries we have been, 
Some ot their rulers we have seen; ['em. 

For kings and queens our yards we've manned 
I'm sure I cannot understand 'em. 
Vesidents are good enough for me, 
'lain Mr. is all I wish to see. 

At last we hear that joyful sound 

Of homeward bound, of homeward bound. 



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Our orders on the West Coast took us, 
Hot enough almost to cook us; 

Then we crossed to St. Helena — 

Nothing could be more serener. 
Again the wind our canvas fills, 
And wafts us where the fever kills; 

Where our dollars change to milles — 

Rio harbor in Brazils. 

Next we visit Uruguay, 
Often raining, seldom dry; 
Pamperos every other day, 
So glad we were to get away. 

To Cape Tovvn now we shape our course,. 

Once more the South Atlantic cross; 
And to the dock we quickly moored, 
When hundreds visit us on board. 

Orders come — we must away; 

We'd like to, but we cannot stay; 
So we for Madagascar make, 
To protect our interests there at stake. 

The natives wondered at our guns, 

They never saw such heav}^ ones; 

We fined King Lamarees and sons, 

Orchilla weed, amount five tons — 
For putting up that little job, 
A shipwrecked crew to insult and rob. 



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Next to Mozambique we sail, 
And here from home we get our mail. 
To Zanzibar and then Johanna, 
It rained there in the wettest manner; 
And now to Hellville we have got, 
As it's name suggests, 'twas awful hot. 

St. Mary's next and Tamatave, 
Where many a Frenchman found a grave; 
Thinking of graves I'll now record. 
We lost a shipmate overboard; 
Henry Knights, that was his name, 
The following lines tell of the same: 



IN MEMORIAM. 

A stately ship on Indian Ocean, 

With the wind upon the beam, 
Gliding on, with graceful motion, 

In the twilight's mellow gleam. 
Officers and crew collected. 

And the evening prayers are said, 
Prayers that we may be protected 

By our Maker overhead. 

And the ship, with rolling motion, 
In the twilight's mellow gleam, 

Glides upon the Indian Ocean, 
Under sail and under steam. 



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" Heave the log," the word is given, 

Quick the order is obeyed, 
To see how fast she's being driven — 

How many knots an hour made. 
" Overboard," they cry, ''a man is ;" 

Instantly the lifeboat's dropped. 
Lifeboat lowered, reversed the fan is. 

Speed of vessel quickly stopped. 

And the ship with backward motion, 

In the twilight's fitful gleam. 
Presents a scene of wild commotion 

With sails aback and under steam. 

See those men in yonder boat, 

How they pull with might and main ! 
Do they see him ? Does he float ? 

Will they bring him back again? 
Shades of even closing o'er us, 

And the nightlights brightly burn ; 
We know not of the fate before us 

Till the lifeboat does return. 

And the ship, with rolling motion, 
In the twilight's flickering gleam. 

Labors in the Indian Ocean. 

Her sails are furled, but she has steam. 

'' Have you got him ? " shouts the captain. 

With eager eyes the boat we scan ; 
Silence now each one is wrapt in, 

'' We found his cap, sir, but not the man. 



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Oh, mammoth grave ! Oh, briny ocean !" 

In sadness we thy victory sing. 
Grim visaged death in deep emotion, 

We ask, '* Oh, where, where is thy sting?" 
And so the ship, with onward motion 

On her road from Tamatave, 
Leaves behind in Indian Ocean, 

A shipmate in a watery grave. 



Algoa Bay is our next port. 

But our visit it was very short ; 

We very soon got under way, 

And arrived once more in Table Bay. 

We soon made fast unto the jetty, 

When down comes Susan, Jane and Betty; 

And everybody else came down 

To bid us welcome to the town. 

Our boilers now they need repair. 

For lots of tubes are leaking there ; 

We scrape, and paint, and refit ship, 

Then lightly on the shore we skip. 

And Madame Horse Shoe's * * -^ sip. 

Returned on board — now we've done coaling, 

And down to St. Helena rolling— 



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ROLLING DOWN TO ST. HELENA. 



Rolling down to St. Helena, 

In a Yankee man-of-war. 
Copper on her bottom cleaner 

Than it was when here before. 
^Tis the Lancaster, I mean her 

With her heavy eight-inch guns. 
Can anything be more serener. 

For she is manned by Neptune's sons? 

When we get to St. Helena 

Welcome we shall surely be. 
Mary, Jane, and Emelina, 

I have often thought of thee. 
As your praises I'm extolling, 

Soon our good ship you will see 
Down to St. Helena rolling. 

Both sheets aft', the wind is free. 

Down to St. Helena rolling. 

And the motion of this craft 
Nearly sets the bell a-tolling. 

Gentle South-east trade winds waft — 
Waft us o'er the trackless ocean 

To that sea-girt island shore. 
We don't mind the rolling motion — 

We've been through the mill before. 



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Down to St. Helena rolling, 

Wind a little on the quarter, 
And the ship, with ev^ery soul in, 

Slow, but sure, she skims the water. 
Lonely South Atlantic isle. 

Oh, thy valleys, none are greener! 
We will anchor for a while, 

And visit you, fair St. Helena. 

Down to St. Helena rolling. 

Land reported right ahead. 
Soon to Long Wood we'll be strolling, 

Where a hero once lay dead. 
We've dispensed with every bowline, 

We've our sea legs, we don't mind ; 
Down to St. Helena rolling, 

Leaving Cape Town far behind. 

We are back to Rio once again. 
And Captain Breese and Admiral Braine 
Assume command ; now I must tell 
Of Captain Potter — fare thee well. 



FAREWELL TO CAPTAIN POTTER. 



In sadness, now my pen I take, 
And as I write my heart does ache — 

The best of friends must part. 
Your cruise is up, your time is served, 



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You never from your duty swerved ; 

Though winds blew high or low, 
As all your shipmates have observed, 

Of course they ought to know. 

Why do I write in doleful strain, 
The reason why is very plain — 

The best of friends must part ; 
For soon you'll hear that joyful sound, 
Of homeward bound, of homeward bound. 

Then glad you'll be at heart, 
Call up the band, the guard turn out, 
And every man and bo}^ will shout, 

And cheer give after cheer. 
Oh, hear your shipmates' praise of you, ! 

'Tw^ould to be hard to find your peer. 

Amongst the best you take your stand, 
And when you reach your native land, 

Then, dearer friends, you'll meet. 
And I shall picture in my mind 
The happy home you're sure to find. 

With your domestic fleet ; 
And everyone on board this craft. 
No matter, whether fore or aft. 
When some one else has got her, 
Will often say, though miles away, 
" Good luck to Captain Potter. " 
The combined South Atlantic force 
Southward now they shape their course* 
And now in Maldonado Bay 



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We pass three months of the cruise away. 
Base ball and fishing, and other sport — 
A bloodless battle was here fought. 
On Geraughty's Island sand, 
Here the combined forces land. 
Once more we anchor off the Mount, 
'Tisnot months but days we count; 
For this is April, and in May 
We hope for home to start away. 
But May has come and August past, 
September brings relief at last. 

Now we leave for Ilha Grand,. 
Mosquitoes shake us by the hand; 
Our battalions here do land. 
Off the Isle of Ilha Grand, 

Lay the South Atlantic fleet, 
With lightning speed the boats are manned. 
Soon we tread the burning sand 

To the drummer's measured beat. 
Brazilians and Italians 
Came to witness ourbattalions, 

And the band played music sweet^ — 
Home Sweet Home and Yankee Doodle. 
Flagship's men have quite a boodle; 

Trenton's coming, what a treat. 

August '87 has past, 

September brings relief at last; 

What's why we clear away the jib and spanker. 

And call all hands to get up anchor. 



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Wheel and leadsmen at their stations, 
Crews of ships of foreign nations 
Cheer us as we steam around, 
Cheer us, we are homeward bound. 
Out of Rio we are steaming, 
For astern the pennant streaming, 
Thoughts of home now banish sadness, 
We have cause for joy and gladness; 
For Highland Lights and Sandy Hook 
With anxious eyes we soon shall look; 
Enough, I think, this crew has roamed. 
It's time, I'm sure, they home, sweet homed. 
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ON LEAVING CAPE TOWN. 



When the Lancaster leaves, will you please make it 

known 
To the people of Cape Town for the kindness 

they've shown. 
That the crew of this vessel, from the stem to the 

stern, 
Thank them sincerely, should we not return. 
We one and all say that we hope that we may; 
For you've made it so pleasant it's a shame we 

can't stay. 
Yes, soon we'll be leaving and someVill be grieving, 
We have shared of your good things, your mud 

and your dust. 
Of your trams, of your 'busses, 
Of your drinks, nothing ' wuss' is, 



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I speak from experience, I've been on a bust. 
You'll excuse the reflection, 

We all have our faults, 
Don't look for perfection 

Among us old salts, 
Or amongst any class for the matter of that — 
If you look in the glass you'll find it a fact. 
But Cape Town, no matter, 

Be our faults what they will. 
We don't forget kindness, 

We remember you still. 
And should we in future to Cape Town return, 
We will welcome you all from the stem to the 

stern. 

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BREAK THE NEWS GENTLY. 



Break the news gently, poor Tom* he is dead; 

We have laid him away in his grave. 
His troubles are over, his spirit has fled. 

He will battle no more with the wave. 
In a quiet little churchyard he's sleeping, 

Faraway from his own native shore, 
And fond, loving ones will be weeping. 

They will ne'er see poor Tom any more. 
So break the news gently, poor Tom he is gone; 

A good shipmate, a man and a brother. 
Our sorrow we send to his widow forlorn. 

To his friends, his father and mother. 

*Thomas Wells, Captain of themaiu top. 



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GRIEF IN BRIEF. 



A falling spar, a warning shout 

Of ** stand from under and look out," 

A crash, a thud, and all is hushed; 

A pool of blood; a shipmate crushed. 
A tenanted coffin, a union-jack, 
On the quarter deck, on a halliyard rack. 

A funeral service said and sang, 

'* Nearer, my God, to thee," quivering rang. 
The yard and stay,the silent motion, ''hoist away," 
So very solemn; 
A line of boats in single column. 

A lonely isle, a sandy beach; 

The funeral cortege soon does reach. 
The grave. 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; 

A soul at rest we hope and trust, 
With Him who alone can save. 

On the death and burial of a shipmate, Maldonado, Uruguay, 8. A. 



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FAREWELL TO CAPE TOWN. 



Farewell to Cape Town, farewell, 1 say, 

Duty has called us, we must obey; 

Steam it is ready, starboard now steady, 

The anchor is fished and the ship under way. 
What mean those flashes? see, there is one 
Done by the aid of a glass and the sun. 

They are giving us taffy with heliography, 
I'd like to be with them to join in the fun. 

Farewell to Cape Town, leave you we must; 

Our optics near closed with the confounded dust. 
Can't catch all the flashes, the dots and the dashes, 

Nor see where our mash is, still we do trust 

Soon to be back again, well, perhaps then to have 
some rain, 

Nimbus the clouds and Nor'west each gust; 
Oh, for a sniff of the salt sea breeze. 
Unaccompanied by sand, I shall then feel at ease. 

Farewell to Cape Town; Cape Town, ta-ta. 
We are bound for the Island of Madagascar: 
An American bark on the reef there she lies. 
When we make our appearance 'twill be a ^' Sur- 
prise." 
We will do what is right; we'll demand satisfaction; 
Our guns will be manned till we get every fraction; 
A sum we will levy and come down on them heavy, 
If we find that the natives have done a base action. 



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Farewell to Cape Town, and here let me say. 
We hope to be back by the middle ol May; 
And the people will flock to the Alfred Dock 
To visit the ship and to hear the band play 

'' Wait 'till the dust rolls by " — a popular tune- 
The solo performed by the gentle bassoon. 
And when we pass nigh in the sweet by and by, 
We'll heliograph there's no dust in our eye. 



YANNAH. 

There was a young lady named Yannah, 
She lived on the Isle of Johanna, 

She dressed very plain 

On account of the rain, 
Which came dovv^n in a business-like manner. 

On the beautiful Isle of Johanna, 
There never had been a planner, 

So the natives they strum 

On the tom-tom, and drum, 
When they serenade bonnetless Yannah. 

Oh, the beautiful, dutiful Yannah, 
However the sun it did tan her 

Is a mystery to me. 

For no suo did I see 
Through the rain that came down in Johanna, 



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Off the beautiful Isle of Johanna, 

A ship flew the Star-Spangled Banner, 

And most of her crew 

Scrubbed their clothes, whilst a few 
Sent them to bonnetless Yannah. 

Yes, the beautiful laundry maid, Yannah, 
She pounded my clothes in a manner 
Quite alarming to see, 
And she charged a rupee 
For a dozen, which took my last anna. 



HOMEWARD BOUND ON THE U. S. S. 
TRENTON. 



The Trenton's unmoored, we have hove in the chain,. 
And the homeward-bound pennant it flies at the 
main. 
Each heart is as light as a feather. 
The Lancasters near us — Great Scott, how thej 

cheer us, 
We answer — they hear us, and we all cheer to- 
gether. 

We steam up the bay, our helm it is steady, 
We pass by the Watchful, the Ruby and Ready; 
Everyone on these vessels cheer three times three^ 
Hard aport is our helm, we are pointed for sea. 



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We pass by the Frenchman upon our way out, 
They at once man their rigging and lustily shout — 

Yes, they cheered in a seamanlike manner. 
Our band played the French National anthem, 

And theirs played the Star-Spangled Banner. 



We are bound to the northward, the trade winds are 
free, 
And in less than two weeks we are crossing the 
line; 
The West Indies islands are now on our lea. 

And the Trenton is going at the rate of eight-nine. 

We call at St. Thomas and take in more coal, 
No need for a pilot, we know every shoal; 
Our homeward-bound pennant once more we display, 
For the Cob Dock at Brooklyn we are under way; 

We pass Sandy Hook, we the East River plough, 
And thousands they look from the Bridge at us 

now; 
Handkerchiefs waving, the ferryboats whistle. 
We hear of the race, Volunteer vs. Thistle. 

We are fast to the Dock, we shall soon be on shore, 

And forget all our troubles and trials; 
And think of the Trenton that brought us safe o'er 
A distance of five thousand miles. 



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SCRAPS. 

Little Tommy was an awful scamp, 

And fond of apples green; 
He ate them till he got the cramp, 

And now he can't be seen. 
That little boy to heaven has gone 

In an undertaker's suit, 
To join his brother angels, 

A juvenile recruit; 
And farmer Jiles he smokes and smiles, 
And the little boys for many miles 

Keep clear of his green fruit. 



Moral. 

Now, little boys, remember. 
Green apples always gripe; 

So get even in September, 
When old Jiles' fruit is ripe. 



Jack and Bill 

Themselves did fill, 

And busted both their collars 

With apples green, till they were il 

And the doctor he sent in his bill: 

It came to forty dollars. 



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The villain still pursued her, 
. And his victim did advance 
Towards the other fellow 

She had promised the next dance. 
She soon was in the mazy waltz, 

When above the music's noise 
The villian Pete 
Said " twig her feet, 

She comes from Illinois." 



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NAUTICAL ALPHABET. 

A stands for Admiral, After-guard and Anchor, 
B Stands for Boom on which is set the Spanker, 
C Stands for Capstan with which we heave in Cable, 
D Stands for " Duff " to eat we all are able, 
E Stands for Elevation by which the guns are laid, 
F Stands for Forecastle where funny things are said, 
G Stands for Guard, the Soldiers of the deep, 
H Stands for Hammock in which the Seamen sleep, 
I Stands for Idlers, such as painters, tailors and 

Snobs. They are are a sundry lot of chaps 

and do a sundry lot of jobs. 
J Stands for Jib, which is set upon a stay, 
K It stands for Kelson — every word is true I say, 
L Stands for Lower Lanyards, likewise Lookout 

and Land, 
M Stands for Marlinespike, which is used to tuck 

each strand. 
N Stands for Navigation, our guide upon the sea, 
O Stands out for Ordnance, likewise for Orderly, 
P Stands for Pea soup, made with pork as well as 

bacon, 
Q Stands for Quadrant by which the sun is taken, 
R Stands for Republic, 
S for Stripes and Stars, 

T Stands for Trenton and Uncle Sam's brave Tars, 
U Stands for Union we in our banner show, 
V Stands for Vane to tell which way the wind does 

blow. 



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W Stands for Wheel to steer the ship must go, 

X Is the number of the guns upon the Trenton, 

Y Stands for Yards, where the square sails are 

bent on, 
Z Stands for Zeal we should at all times display, 

You can now read the alphabet from Z unto A. 



TRICKS OF TRADE. 



'' Give me one big dollar," Sakalava man he cry, 
American man he loud does huUoa, 

'* Suppose you give me assegai ! 

I'll give you these precious gems, 
Real Italian diadems; 

They'll make the missus look quite tony, 

This necklace is pure Maccaroni." 

The necklace passed among the group, 
Was handed back as fit for soup ; 

American man good money tried, 

Sakalava still unsatisfied 

''Me no want your Bland dollar," 
Sakalava does loudly hulloa. 

We knew our dollar was not good, 

But never thought he understood; 

Though dressed as a Sakalava dude, 
Expressed in other words was nude. 

At length the man with tape on collar, 

Got the assegai for one big dollar.-*^' 

♦ Big dollar, a Portugese dump, a large copper coin, value 4 cents, polished up 
with mercurial ointment to give it the appearance of silver. Preferred by th& 
natives of Madagascar to the genuine dollar. 



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SCRAPS 



In sultry summer sun the farmer makes his hay; 
The college girl, with gum-stuck curl, pretends to 

taint away, 
And runs a bill up for ice cream 
For Augustus George to pay. 

To gaze upon the ocean 

When 'tis tranquil, smooth and calm, 
The greenhorn has a notion 

That it can do no harm. 
But take him out upon it, 

When 'tis boisterous and rough, 
And I'll bet he'll say dol-gone-it, 

It can do harm enough. 

When the wind's before the rain, 
Put your oilskin on again 

And do not fret. 
If the rain's before the wind. 
And your oilskins you can't find, 
Use a greenhorn's — he won't mind 

Getting wet. 

We left the Isle of St. Helena upon the 9th of June, 
Bound for the Brazils, w here the yellow-fever kills. 

And the sultry sun is stifling on a wintry afternoon, 
We arrived in Rio Harbor after a twenty-two days, 
trip, 



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And I spoke to Bob, the barber, a marine on board 
our ship. 

Says I to Bob, I says as how, to this place you're no 

new comer. 
The sun is hot enough just now, what must it be in 
summer. 
Old Bob was there before, I knew, in the U. S. S. 

Galena, 
I heard him say the same one day, ashore in St. 
Helena. 
Old Bob's a cute old fellow, so he told me what to do . 
Should the enemy in yellow appear among our crew. 
He said don't go around the decks with face as 

long as kite, 
The fever isn't half so bad, what kills the most is 

fright; 
You can go ashore in daytime, but sleep on board 
at night. 
Now, we all took Bob's advice, except some members 

of the band, 
Who went ashore night after night, wet through 
they'd sometimes land, 
And sure enough the Yellow Jack, always on a j 
victim's track. 
He gently laid one on his back, the leader of the 
band. 
I'm quite convinced by Bob's assertions, because 

what he said was right; | $ 

The doctor said the fever was only very slight, G 



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And said, '' you keep your spirits up and you'll 
pull through all right. 

But no, he never rallied, again Bob's words they 

tallied, 
He died of yellow tever aggravated most by fright, 
And very soon another one was in the self-same 

plight, 

Grim-visaged death he does not care whom he 

smashes, 
Those whom he's deprived of breath may peace be 

with their ashes. 



PORTS VISITED BY THE LANCASTER, IN 
RHYME. 



The following ports not in rotation, 
The Lancaster visited on each station: 
Fayal first, then Gibraltar, 
Cadiz, Port Mahone and Malta, 
Lisbon, Tangiers, Magadore, 
And places with names on Afric's shore 
To pronounce correct would hurt one's jaw. 

Cuta, Algiers, Barcelona 

Then to the land of Macaroni, 

Naples, Leghorn and Genoa, 
Such crowds of beggars T never saw. 
Give them what you will they ask for more; 



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A nation of Oliver Twist's to be sure. 

The ship is docked and made much cleaner 

In the next port which is Messina, 
Now to Trieste, Venice, Catarro and Patrass, 
Whilst lots of minor ports we pass. 

We anchor next where beauty smiles, 

At Corfu one of the Ionian Isles. 
For awhile I'll shift to other seas, 
North and Baltic if you please; 

Here we are at Copenhagen, 

By Nelson once they say 'twas taken; 
Through fields of floating ice we plough, 
And damage copper on our bow; 

We fraternize with Russian tar 

In honor of their new-crowned Czar 
Next a veritable garden of Eden, 
Stockholm seaport, that is in Sweden; 

Now we visit Christiana, 

Now I'll wedge in Cuxhaven and Johannah, 
Hamburgh, Plymouth, Southampton and Grave- 
send, 
•To all these places our way did wend; 

Havre, Antwerp and Marseilles, 

Antwerp famous for its bells. 
Villefranche, Capetown, Zanzibar, 
Sierra Leone, Goree, Congo, Gaboon and Dakar, 

Piraeus, Smyrna and St. Pauls, 

In this region lots of squalls, 
Corunna, Malaga and Beyrout, 
In every port our guns salute; 



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Rio de Janeiro and Tamatave 
Are far apart across the wave. 

Port Elizabeth, Mozambique — 

I now of Alexandria speak: 
We thought it was very hard 
When we saw the English fleet bombard. 

Brave Arabi had to retreat, 

Only to suffer w^orse defeat. 

A few more places I will mention — 
All I can think of is my intention. 

'Twill give an idea to those at home 

How ships of war they have to roam. 
Monte Video and St. Marys, 
Cronstadt, where the Russian bear is 

Maldonado, Carthagena, 

Ihla Grande and St. Helena. 

I think I've mentioned every port. 
So now^ I'll cut this doggerel shorty 

And in days to come think of each nation. 

And that home, sweet home, is the better station. 



JACK ASHORE. 

Jack, ashore, goes on a racket, 
And he sells his monkey jacket. 

Never thinking of the storm. 
Now he's out upon the ocean. 
And begms to have a notion 



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In forty north it isn't warm. 
He sadly thinks of his last racket, 
Of the drinks and of his jacket, 
Which he's sorry that he sold 
Now the weather's bitter cold. 

Moral 

When you go upon a racket 
And run short of gold, 

Never sell a friend your jacket, 

You will want it when 'tis col'd. 



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THE NEW NAVY RATION. 



I have rounded the Horn many times, 
But never could save any dimes 

Until, sir, I entered the Navy, 
Where the pay it is good, and as for the food. 

There is plenty of roast-beef and gravy, 
Corn'-beef and bacon, and, unless I'm mistaken, 

Canned-sausages, string beans, and ham ; 
This statement I make : the hard bread is like cake; 

They have changed the molasses for jam. 

Chorus. 
Then three cheers for kind Uncle Sam, 
Likewise for the corn'd-beef and ham, ' 
The duck and green peas a-la-gravy. 



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And all the nice things the new ration brings, 
It all helps to make a new Navy. 

Yes, the new Navy ration's immense, 
Uncle Sam doesn't mind the expense — 

As I says to my chum, says I ; '' Davy, 
No matter who holloas, Uncle Sam has the dollars. 

He has started to build a new Navy ; 
He's commencing on us, so don't make a fuss 
For as sure as the seas they are wavy, [muscle, 

With whoever we tussle, they'll find we've the 
Indispensable for a new Navy." 

Chorus. 

Then three cheers for kind Uncle Sam, 
Likewise for the corn'd-beef and ham, 

The duck and green peas a-la-gravy ; 
And all the nice things the new ration brings, 

It all helps to make a new Navy. 

Be quick. Uncle Sam, with the cruisers. 
We are eager to get all the "snoozers," 

I will stake my own affidavi. 
We'll not stick at trifles, we'll have dynamite rifles 

Served out to each man in the navy. 
And then, Sir, the fun will commence, we will show 
in our country's defence, 

The effects of the ham. jam and gravy; 
With our dynamite gun, we will conquer each one , 

That has boasted so long of his Navy. 



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Chorus. 

Then three cheers for kind Uncle Sam, 
Likewise for the corn'd-beef and ham, 

The duck and green peas a-la-gravy, 
And all the nice things, the new ration brings, 
It all helps to make a new Navy. 

With our steel ships of requisite tons, 
Well armed with large dynamite guns, 

One built by each State, for the Navy ; 
The rest of the world will get their hair curled. 
Whenever at them our projectiles are hurled, 

And you bet they will soon cry peccavi ; 
And naval brigades we will raise, and then, sir, the 
country will praise 

The exploits of each one in the Navy. 
And none will repent the money that's spent 

To provide us with roast beef and gravy, 
The corned beef and ham, the string beans and jam ; 
You hit the right nail on the head. Uncle Sam, 

When you started to build your new Navy. 

Chorus. 

Then three cheers for kind Uncle Sam, 
I am fond of him, yes, that I am — 

I am fond of his roast beef and gravy ; 
In my new Navy hat, I shall smile and grow fat ; 
Uncle Sam, he is cute, and he knows what he's at, 

And so do the men in his Navy. 



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THE LAND OF THE FREE. 



You can sing a song of armies ; 

You can sing a song of navies ; 

I sing of a country where no more the slave is ; 

I sing a song of freedom beneath the starry banner ; 

Sing a song of truthfuhiess in the following manner: 

" There's a land that stretches from ocean to ocean, 

It's extent in area is vast, I've a notion ; 

Where the people are free, and no monarch to rule 

them — 
Neither princes nor kings dare attempt to befool 

them. 
They have all the resources that man can desire, 
And with most of the world are connected with wire. 
From down East in Maine, to the West's golden gates, 
The land bears the name of the United States." 

Chorus. 

Then hurrah for the land where the poor man 

is free, 
Whose son, if a native-born, it's President can be ; 
From South California to the backwoods of Maine 
Over millions of subjects plain Mr. can reign. 

There is no standing army to drain people's purses, 
No titled snobs to invoke people's curses. 
Without any doubt^ it s the land of the free — 
A working man's son it's ruler can be. 



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He will not be bothered in wearing a crown ; 

He can wear his own name, be it Jones, Smith or 

Brown. 
From ocean to ocean transported by train, 
The ruler of millions plain Mister can reign. 

Chorus — Then hurrah for the land where the 
poor man is free, etc. 

A staunch Navy we're building, I know it is true, 
And that is, I think, the least we should do, 

For our commerce will soon be increasing ; 
For when, Sir, the cut in the Isthmus is through, 

The traffic will never be ceasing. 
I hope that De Lesseps won't suffer defeat 
In his great undertaking; then we'll compete 
For the wealth of the Indies, Japan and China, 
With our swift ocean steamers — none will be finer 
All over the North seas — the South seas as well. 
The once Pagan savage, in future, will tell 
How he used to go naked, but now acts the swelL 

Chorus — Then hurrah for the land, etc. 



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PARODY ON -MY MOTHER." 



Who puts me in my little bed. 
And spanked me until I was red, 
For nau§^hty things he said I said ? 

My Father. 



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Who promised me a nice sweet cake, 
And when asleep my penny take, 
For fear I'd have the belly-ache? 

My Aunt. 

Who takes me from my warm, warm cot, 
No matter whether I like or not. 
And seats me where I've often sot? 

My Mother. 

Who always said I was a muff, 

And now I'm grown she calls me tough, 

And says I'm always on the bluff? 

My Granny. 

Who Avhen I'm broke will buy my clothes, 
And lend me money, it's me that knows, 
And his first name I think is Mose ? 

My Uncle. 

Who is it thinks of me in dreams. 
Is always paying for ice creams. 
And if I kiss her, how she screams? 

My Girl. 

Who is it works the whole week long, 
And never, never did a wrong, 
And is the writer of this song ? 

Myself. 



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UNNECESSARY ORDERS FOR TARRING 
DOWN. 



Sprinkle, sprinkle lots of tar, 
When aloft at work you are, 
Up above the deck so high, 
Wingless angel near the sky. 
When 3^ou're riding down a stay, 
Rub it well into the lay. 
Capsize your pot and view the spray, 
Oh! I tell you it is gay. 
Smother paint-work near and far, 
Sprinkle, sprinkle lots of tar. 

Sprinkle, sprinkle lots of tar, 
If you want the decks to mar. 
Rub it well into the back-stays. 
Manage to get some on the jack-stays. 
. Let it drip in all the boats. 
Don't forget the officers' coats; 
Smother yourself and every spar, 
Sprinkle, sprinkle lots of tar. 
Sprinkle, sprinkle lots of tar, 
You need not be particular; 
Chew tobacco, squirt the juice 
Over everything in use. 
Thus my U. S. Naval tar. 
Though many miles from fond mamma, 
And the rod of stern papa. 
You'll learn the wrinkle in a twinkle, 
How to sprinkle lots of tar. 



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THE VOICE OF THE SEAMAN. 



'Tis the voice of the seaman, I hear him complain, 
As he stands at the wheel in the cold wind and 

rain; 
He is dripping- wet through, like a half-drowned dog, 
Oh, why — tell me why, did they stop old Jack's 

grog? 

j As the ship she is sailing, so he in his head, 
The course tries to keep, whilst the man at the lead, 
With a three fathom scope, swings it high over- 
head; 
And the old quartermaster holds the glass for the 

log, 
But the glass that he takes doesn't hold any grog. 

I don't hold with drinking, I don't, that's the truth, 
Altho' I've drank hard since the days of my youth; 
Kept so long without it I drink like a hog 
When I go on shore, where there's plenty of grog. 

The voice of your seaman. Uncle Sam, don't forget 

To provide him with something to keep out the wet; 

Since the year '62 he has had a hard struggle 

To resist the temptation bad liquor to smuggle. 

Remember the tars in the rain and the fog, 

They for twenty-three years have been without grog. 

In Washington City, it would be a pity, 

Where gents, sir, in broadcloth they tog, 



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If they can't pass a bill to give Jack a gill 
Every day of the best kind of grog. 

Uncle Sam, you are cute, and you know a few tricks, 
If the political wheels do not clog; 

We hope in the year of our Lord, '86, 
We shall get our legitimate grog 



THE MULDOON PIC-NIC, 



Saxy Fisher gave a party, and his friends he did invite ; 
There was Ellis and McCarthy, and, if I remember 

right, 
A host of comic talent, such as Falls and Jakey Weiss. 
It would do you good to see them ''scorf" the 

turkeys and the pies. 
I never ate so hearty in the course of all my life, 
As at that Thanksgiving dinner of Muldoon and his 

wife. 
There was^Mr. Byran Murphy — he sat in front of me, 
How he wrestled with the turkey, it was wonderful 

to see ! 
And " Gorgy Buster " BuUas round the tables he 

did lurk, 
And, at every opportunity, got in his fiendish work. 
And the coxswain of the Dolphin, a gentleman from 

Cork, 
He almost ''jabbed " his eye out, the way he used 

his fork. 



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With the roast beef and the chickens, smoking hot 

upon each dish, 
You would " bust" your sides with laughing to see 

old Saxj Fish. 

Talk about your gas-house tarriers, why, the comical 

old rogue. 
He had his Galway sluggers on, and didn't he sling 

the brogue ; 
Just then the band struck up a tune — an appropriate 

one, '' Killarney," 
And Humpy Carroll, he got up and commenced a 

bit of blarney. 
Dan Stevens struck, he was, with Mrs. Muldoon's 

charms. 
Although we call him " Jimmy Legs," he is our 

Master-at-Arms. 
Old Saxony, he got jealous with the attentions paid 

his wife, 
And made a slash at '' Jimmyfixen," with a great, big 

carving knife, 
And swore he w^ould get even with a roasted turkey's 

life. 



SEQUEL TO -MOTHER, MAY I GO OUT TO 
SWIM?" 



It is said a 3^oung lady asked her mamma 
If she could go out to swim ; 



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With a few admonitions she gained her consent, 
And joyfully down to the river she went, 

And she hung all her clothes on a limb; 
For she was a dutiful daughter, and did as her mother ■ 
had taught her, 

But to her dismay, a man came that way, 
And she had to jump into the water. 

Now we know what her mother had told her, li 

And I don't think it right she should scold her ; i 

If she did, it's a shame ; the girl wasn't to blame " 

In not wanting a man to behold her. 
But he only came there for to angle, 
Unaware of the maid a-la-bangle ; 

He didn't get a bite, still he stayed there all night. 
And the clothes on the line they did dangle. 



And just before dawn, on that bright summer's morn,. 

The lone fisherman fell in a doze ; 
When, out of the river, the girl in a shiver, 

She rushed and put on her clothes. 
So, girls, in the future, when you go to swim 
Before you disrobe, be sure there's no '' him " 
Loafing around, pretending to fish. 
When you're certain of that, you can bathe allj you 

wish. 
Don't think for a moment the man saw the daughter — 
It was her seeing him, made her jump in the water. 



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ON LEAVING MONTEVIDEO. 

If I rightly remember, in the month of December,. 

In the year of our Lord '85, 
We left Montevideo, bound for the Cape, 
And, to tell you the truth, we were glad to escape, 
For those horrid pamperos knocked us all out ot 
shape, 

It's a wonder, sir, how we survive. 

We steamed down the river to the deep, rolling sea,. 
And then we made sail, the wind being free, 

Such nice, pleasant weather, I'm so glad I'm alive. 
Oh ! aint we lucky ; such a beautiful breeze. 
At this time of year, in New York, people freeze, 
And the leaves are all withered on the Central Park 

trees, 
Whilst we go barefooted, with our pants to our knees, 

When to wash down the decks we contrive. 

The ship I am in, I won't mention her name, 
I hope, sir, in this I am not much to blame ; 
If it don't make a difference, it's, of course, all the 
same. 

If the secret to keep, I do strive. 
When the wind is ahead, she won't steam worth a 

cent. 
It's a shame, Uncle Sam, for the money you've spent ; 
That most of the sails might as well be unbent, 

She comes up in the wind just to dive. 



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I shall never forget the day of the week, 

As long as I've a tongue in my head that can speak ; 

It was Tuesday, 7:30 in the morning, 
I sat in my mess, with my plate and my bowl. 
When, all of a sudden, Great Scot I she did roil 

Without, sir, the least bit of warning. 
I picked myself up amongst the marines, 
With my head in a kettle of pork and baked beans ; 
I was struck in the back with the bandsmen's sardines, 

A nice packet to go 'round the horn in. 

A man in my mess, an old gunner's mate, 

He was busily engaged shovelling hash off his plate ; 

The bell, it struck seven when she gave the big lurch, 

We found him stretched out after two hours' search . 

His hair, it was full of molasses and flour, 

Coffee and sugar, and dough that was sour ; 

To describe his condition, 'twould require Mark 

Twain's power, 
He was in such a horrible state. 

We lifted him up, near dead with affright, 
The molasses and flour stuck around him ; 

As long as I live, I'll remember the sight 
Of the places we searched till we found him. 

We handled him gently with the greatest of care. 
We washed all the groceries out of his hair, 

For the most of our coffee and sugar was there. 

We spoke to him softly in sweet, tender tones — 

We thought he was hurt by the sound of his groans; 

It's a wonder to me he didn't break all his bones, 



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But to tell you the truth of this old gunner's mate, 
The only thing broke was his bowl and his plate. 

Still, with devotion, as I sail on the ocean. 

No matter to what part I roam ; 
I shall always remember the month of December, 

In this, sir, my nautical home. 
Where I'm rocked in my bed, and I'm stood on my 
head. 

And the bunkers are " chock" full of coals. 
If we can't use our sails in these westerly gales, 

We shall have to scud under bare poles. 



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OH! WHERE IS THE AUTHOR 



There is only one thing in this world that [ crave: 
That is, to discover, in or out of his grave, 
The demon that wrote : " I'm afloat ! I'm afloat ! " 
He ought to be choked with the words in his throat. 
No power on earth from my vengeance could save, 
The villainous author of " Life on the Wave." 

The hundreds of millions he has oft-times made weep. 

The way he's deceived them 'bout the beautiful deep; 

I know it is wrong to wish any one harm, 

I'll bet fifty dollars he's a "galloot" on a farm; 

The ocean he met had a calm, peaceful look. 

It was sheep shearing time by the side of a brook. 



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In Japan and China, England and France, 

I have searched for the fiend, but can't get aglance- 

If I do. sir, the bells will be tolling. 
For I swear by St. Steen, I mean to get even 

For the way he's been extolling 
''The Beautiful Sea". Oh, show him to me ! 

Just while the ship she is rolling. 
I constantly rave, that he's not in his grave; 
Oh, where is the author of " Life on the wave? " 



-:o: 



ANOTHER COUNTY HEARD FROM. 



Just show me the man — 

Oh, do, if you can. 

That wrote " Life on the Ocean Wave! " 

And give me a knife, I'll deprive him of life. 

And over his corpse will triumphantly wave 

The last pocket handkerchief my sweetheart she 

gave; 
And considered I'd done, sir, an act that is brave, 
Oh ! fetch out the author of " Life on the Wave." 



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BREEZE, BREEZE, BEAUTIFUL BREEZE. 



Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 

Walking us over the dark blue seas. 

Down with the smokestack as quick as you please, 

Bend the square main-sail, scoup in the breeze. 



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Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 

Prayers every evening-, but not on our knees ; 

No provocation to use the big D's, 

Oh ! let us be joyful, beautiful breeze. 

Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 

Now is the time for the ham and green peas. 

With nice macaroni all smothered with cheese, 

Oh ! it's delightful, beautiful breeze. 

Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 

Gliding along with the greatest of ease. 

The Lancaster's crew are as busy as bees. 

We are all " unky dory," beautiful breeze. 

Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze. 

Forty-two days before we get ease ; 

At night in our hammocks not troubled with fleas, 

It is "utterly utter" this beautiful breeze. 

Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze. 

The greenhorn's the tar from the rigging they 

squeeze; 
No wonder, I'm sure, the way the shrouds they do 

seize, 
When they go aloit hi a reef-topsail breeze. 
Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 

It's given me a cold which has caused me to sneeze; 
Monte Video Kate with a bill for some V's, 
Was paid by this crew in a beautiful breeze. 
Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 
At night in the gangway by two and by threes, 
We converse together of our Uruguay sprees, 
Stuck ashore for a week in a Pampero breeze. 



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Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze, 

I've sung comic songs and assisted in glees, 

The ^'Scottish Chiefs,"— the ''Comet," the Cafe 

Berlin; 
These are the places that got all my tin. 
I am thinking of those and I'm thinking of these J 

Beautiful times in the beautiful breeze. ^ 

Breeze, breeze, beautiful breeze; i 

We're bound for the Eastward, I know we shan't 

freeze; ff 

At the Cape of Good Hope, 'neath the silver leaf *■' 

trees. 
We will bask in the sunshine and beautiful breeze. 






MUSH! MUSH! 



Mush, mush, beautiful mush, 

Into my mess every evening I rush; 

The benches are cushioned with red velvet plush; 

With the new navy ration, there's two kinds of 

mush. 
Mush, mush, bone-making mush, 
It is better than " spud " hash all smothered in slush; 
When it's pipe to supper — oh, my, what a crush — 
I back up my pan several times for my mush. 
Mush, mush, good oatmeal mush, 
At night in my hammock they tell me to hush; 
I can't hardly sleep, I am ''chock" full of gush, 
Then I talk in my dreams of the Swiss milk and mush. 



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Mush, mush, I'm so fond of mush, 

[ pity the enemy when we have a brush; 

You can sing a song of baked beans, but give to 

Mc Tush 
Three men's allowances of two kinds of mush. 
Mush, mush, sweet toothsome mush, 
I smile, I grow fat, I titter: I blush; 
My cheeks, once so pale, have a good healthy flush, 
I can weather each gale with a good pan of mush. 



OH, RAHMADAM! OH RAHMADAM, 



Oh, Rahmadam; oh, Rahmadam, 
He took me to Jerusalem; 
The bill was paid by Uncle Sam, 
To the guide, old Rahmadam, 
Who took me to Jerusalem. 

Oh, Rahmadam; oh, Rahmadam, 
I went with you just like a lamb. 
When I get home I'll tell my ma'm 
All about Jerusalem, 
Oh, Rahmadam; oh, Rahmadam. 

Oh, Rahmadam; oh, Rahmadam, 
You promised me beefsteaks and ham; 

\^ou promised me the Arab steed 
That could not be surpassed for speed 



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You furnished me with an old hack 
That jolted so it broke my back, 
You thought it good enough for Jack, 
Oh, Rahmadam, take heed ! 

Oh, Rahmadam; oh Rahmadam, 
As I said before, just like a lamb, 
1 left the ship both gay and hearty, 
Attached to the Jerusalem party. 
I saw a lot of Turks and Jews, 
Some with sandals, some with shoes; 
1 mean to go again next cruise, 
Unto Jerusalem. 

Oh, Rahmadam; oh, Rahmadam, 
Whilst we were gone from off the '' ram," 
They had a most disastrous gale — 
The anchor swallowed by a whale. 
You might think it is a " whopper," 
It happened while we lay in Joppa, 
ni say no more, for I must stop her; 
So I'll go home and tell my ma'm 
That you're a fraud and I'm a clam, 
Oh, Rahmadam; oh, Rahmadam. 



OBEDIENCE. 

Is it right that we shall choose 
When and where our ship shall cruise? 

In this respect the captain he is fixed the same 
as Jack — 



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Orders they must be obeyed, 
For we are getting paid 

To sail our ship, no matter whether port or star- 
board tack. 
I hate this choosing and this picking; 
This growling and this kicking; 

Times have altered greatly since 1854, 
We had to go where we were sent — 
Yes, you bet your life, we went. 

And we never bothered anyone with a lot of 
useless chaw. 

On insanity it borders 

To disobey the lawful orders 

Of your superior officer, no matter who you 
are, 
And to say it is not right 
To keep you out all night, 

When you ought to be at home with your fond 
and loving ma. 
It is wrong of you to say 
That you ought to have your way. 

And not be cruising out on the ocean after dark; 
And that you'd like to set your spanker. 
And let go your starboard anchor 

In the ornamental waters of New York Central 
Park. 

Pshaw ! What matters where she sails — 
n calms prepare for gales, 



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Kemembcr there's a cherub always sitting up 
aloft, 
Guarding those who've a hard time, 
Poor Jack has a hard time, 

Well, it's never—" What never ? " Well, hardly 
ever soft. 
Don't forget that where you roam. 
The millions left at home 

Depend upon your courage for their silks, furs 
and teas"; 
And what a lot of Sarah Gamps, 
You have saved from having cramps, 

With that favorite decoction you've brought 
across the seas. 
Then the Misses Jones and Harris, 
You've brought their dresses straight from Paris — 
Women did without them when they first ap- 
peared on earth ; 
But now they Avear a bonnet 
With a flower garden on it, 

And the upper ten they patronize the celebrated 
Worth. 

Yes, there's no mistake about it; to a very great de- 
gree 

The fate of nations does depend on those who go to 
sea 
So when you get an order obey it with a will. 

Masthead your sails. 

Reef down in gales, 



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Remember there's the cherub he is sitting up 
there still. 
' Discipline must be maintained on board ship, you 
must own; 
And don't forget obedience is its foundation stone. 



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IN QUARANTINE. 



I We had just arrived from a southern trip, in the har- 

bor of Hong Kong, 
And let go both our anchors, but there we were not 
long; 
jl For hardly had we moored the ship, 'twas on the 

_ third of May, 

1; They signalled from the flag-ship our anchors for to 
weigh. 

«if Now, the cause tor all this bother I'll tell you in a 
minute: 
It was rumored we had cholera, but there was no 
truth in it. 

II know we lost some shipmates, who met a watery 
,|! grave; 

'"But yet that happens every day to Tom, Bill, 
Jack or Dave. 

|[n obedience to the signal we got under weigh once 

more, 
When we spied a little steam launch coming to us 
from the shore. 



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A gentleman there as passenger, I saw him there 

myself, 
Whom I afterwards discovered was the Officer of 

Health. 

He came to the starboard gangway, 'alooking rather 

blue, 
And pretty soon at the fore -royal truck we showed 

the letter Q. 
It made us feel down-hearted; to us it was a bore; 
You see it stopped our liberty — we could not go on 

shore. 

Next morning we were at it, bright and early, you 

can bet. 
And the rubbing and scrubbing of that day I shan't 

forget; 
First we washed our blankets, our hammocks and 

our clothes; 
And we even scrubbed the monkey, I mean the 

monkey '* Mose." 

And after all the rubbing and scrubbing it was done. 
We were waiting then for one man, yes, and only 

one; 
That man he was a doctor, you know the one I mean, 
We were waiting for his visit, to haul down our 

Quarantine. 

The afternoon of Friday we heard a joyful shout, 
The little steam launch from Hong Kong was just a- 
puttin' out. 



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And quickly from the cabin the Captain he comes 
out; 

*' Give me a glass," he eager calls, ''that's him, with- 
out a doubt." 



The steam launch alongside came in such a dashing 

style. 
The doctor he then stepped on board, his face it 

bore a smile; 
He then handed to the Captain a letter rather big, 
The contents were read, and the Captain said " please 

call away my gig." 

The Captain thanked the doctor, and our surgeon 

Mr. Ay res 
Had some talk with him just then about sanitary 

affairs; 
He said he'd used carbolic acid, with lime he'd had 

it mixed. 
And had it sprinkled everywhere, and other things 

he'd fixed. 

'* Yes, doctor, you have acted right; you're ship is 
nice and clean. 

Just haul down the letter Q, you're out of Quaran- 
tine." 

He said the words out loudly, so's everyone could 
hear. 

And as he left the vessel he got a hearty cheer. 



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CHRISTMAS, '85. 



Christmas morning, Christmas morning;, 
With our vessel near Cape Horn in; 
Reefed our topsails, weather rough; 
Shake the leeches, let her luff, 
And braced the yards in, just enough. 

Christmas morning, Christmas morning, 
Blessed day that Christ was born in, 
I on topsail yard did perch, 
Weather not permitting church; 
Barney Buntline, Billy Bowline 
Sea-legs shipped— for heavy rolling, 
Turned their quids at every lurch. 

Christmas morning, Christmas morning, 

Sun obscure, no need for awning; 

I miss the mistletoe and holly. 

Joyful shouts of Jim and Polly, 

The loving glance of sweetheart Dolly; 

Now I see my youthful folly. 

Christmas morning, Christmas morning, 
Beef for dinner, ten years' corning; 
Christmas '85 was tough, 
No roast beef and no plum duff; 
None of Madam Dewdrop's stuff, 
Hear, oh, hear, my plaintive guff. 



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Christmas day, Christmas day, 

We, from home so far away, 

In visions see the vacant chair, 

My mother placed with thoughtful care 

Altho' the wanderer was not there. 

All the hardships I can bear 

If those at home have Christmas there. 



Christmas day, Christmas day, 

I felt anything- but gay, 

With the South Atlantic Naval Force 

Appetite I had of horse; 

In vain with hook and line did workey, 

To catch the albatross. Jack's Christmas turkey. 

For so sure as guns rest on their trunions, 

This bird is good with sage and onions; 

But, in the words of Harry Bluff, 

Who wears white tape upon his cuff: 

" Oh, what is Christmas without duff?" 



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ON NAPOLEON'S TOMB. 



Over the mountains, down in the valley. 

The sky shed an aspect of gloom; 
|As from Jamestown one morn I forthwith did sally. 

To visit the once famed Napoleon's tomb. 



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I thought of the hero as I did advance, 

I thought of him when as the ruler of France, 

Now no single nation with him stood a chance; 

Until England with Prussia as ally, 
Defeated the hero of numerous fights, 

And sent him to die in this valley. 



I thought of his terrible march in the snow, 
The time when he started to conquer Moscow; 
That city the Russians through strategy burnt, 
Of the awiul setback 'twas to him when he learnt, 

And the words he said, " what a pity ! " 
Moscow destroyed, the loss of divisions, 
Could not cripple him more than his lack of provisions 
He reluctantly then commenced his retreat, 
For hunger's an enemy hard to defeat; 
Still he did not despair till the Waterloo rally, 
When they sent him to die in Slane's beautiful valley. 



I thought of the past and the present. 

Of his fights against Turks and the Crescent, 

And of recent events — thoughts unpleasant — 

The Prussians again crossed my mind. 
I thought of Napoleon the Third, 
How to England, as swift as a bird, 

He managed to leave France behind 
He died soon on Albion's shores, and England, I 
know, keeps the tally — 



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I think of these things as I pause at the tomb in 
Slane's beautiful valley. 



I thought of that time, and at intervals since, 
Of the untimely death of Napoleon the Prince; 
For England he fought, 'twas on her account 
He was killed by the Zulus before he could 

mount. 
The Empress she mourned for her darling's sad fate 
Her heart oft recalled him, tho' too late, yes, too late. 
T returned then to Jamestown, and on board of my 

ship, 
Rather tired with the walk, tho' well pleased with 

the trip; 
And I spoke to some shipmates who stood by the 

galley, 
Of the historical tomb I had seen in Slane's Valley. 



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THE GALLANT FOUR HUNDRED. 



We steamed into Table Bay, 
The natives all wondered. 

What is her name? they say ; 
A salute then we thundered. 



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With anchor and cable lay 
Snugly in Table Bay, 

Each heart was light and gay 
Of the gallant " Four Hundred." 



What will dear Mabel say 

When she hears we've not blundered 
I'll bet fifty dollars — aye, 

I'll make it a hundred. 
Into the gin-mills, 
Those qualified sin-mills, 
The " get-all-our-tin " mills, 

We'll dash, say — three hundred. 



And sit at a table, say 

When "tight" they are plundered, 
All of their hard-earned pay 

From them is sundered, 
*'Into our jaws" they saith, 
'' Whiskey we'll pour till death 

Takes with it many's the hundred." 



Then are we not able, pray, 
Whilst here in a Table Bay 
To use moderation, say ? 

To boast we've not blundered? 
You bet your sweet life we are!" 
(Voice from an old Jack Tar) 



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''Shew me the drinking bar! 
" Give me a mild cigar ! 
"I'm off for Zanzibar, 

*'And lemonade for 'Four Hundred.' 



Whiskey, to the left of 'em. 
Rum to the right of 'em, 
Once the delight of 'em. 
Now can't bear sight of 'em. 
Lancaster's crew— nobody's tight of em — 
I'm pleased this to write of 'em, 
For old Doctor Ills 
With his nautical pills 
Now drinks lemonade till he's black in 

the gills; 
And the pretty young bar-maids in Capetown 

they wondered 
When they charged temperance drinks to the 
gallant "Four Hundred." 



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THE HOMEWARD-BOUND PENNANT. 



It would take a better pen than mine to adequately 
describe our homeward-bound pennant. How long 
it was made, and how long it took to make, and what 
it was made of could easily be written, but the 
accompanying feeling of happiness during the mak- 
ing, and again when hoisted, needs to be added to 
make the description complete. 

However, the pennant was made according to 
regulation, the union being one-third the length of 
the whole. It was treble-stitched throughout the 
total length of 506 feet, and was made in the inde- 
scribable short space of time of five hours. The 
men at the sewing machines must have thought that 

Life's joy had not ended, its pleasures not done, 
Although lost for three years, again 'twould be won. 
Whatever abundance of heat we had met, 
Cool air would return to us soothingly yet. 

The first 150 feet tapered one-tenth of an inch to 
the foot, the next 150 feet tapered one-twentieth of 
an inch to the foot, the remaining 130 feet of bunt- 
ing tapered from eight to two inches. In addition 
to the above there were seventy-six feet of silk rib- 
bon tapering from two inches to one-half inch at the 
end where a gilt bladder was suspended bearing the 
inscription of ''New York or Bust." 



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Upon getting under way the pennant was hoisted 
at the main, and as it flew clear the band struck up 
*'Home, sweet Home," and when passing the good old 
ship Lancaster, amid three rousing cheers, ''Hail to 
the Chief," was rendered as a compliment to the 
Admiral. As we steamed slowly around, each man 
of war lying in the harbor honored us with a similar 
compliment. It was a magnificent send-off", and made 
us feel that we were homeward bound, for: 

Our fate did incite us to murmur and groan ; 
But soon will all darkness now vanish away. 
Succeeded by light and most beauteous day. 

We have reserved a bladder with "Trenton, 1887, 
printed on it for our entry into New York. 



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